Running away from home. Just like kids.

[neverwrongagent]

Briefings with Saul were getting more and more tense. Carrie could feel the strain on all of them as a real, palpable thing. Beside her, no one had ever had much faith in Brody, which was largely her fault. How could she explain her change of heart without explaining it was exactly that. What was harder was not telling him about how bad it was. Every time she was vague it was a physical pain.

The final straw was a heated conversation about what they would do if he were found out, revealed to be on a mission. They had escape plans, but it was clear very few people in that room gave a damn if they worked. Or if they even existed. She'd been through hell for the man they were dismissing like so much dross and all because... She wasn't that sure why because at this point. It was about Saul, really, and she knew that. That's why when he made a passing comment that made it sound damn like he'd made his decision and Brody didn't figure into it at all, she felt her stomach lurch so badly she almost had to leave the room.

She didn't go to him that night, that would be stupid. She waited a day, all of which was spent wondering when she would throw up. She got there late, just before dark, and sat back to watch the men finish up before meal break. He looked good. Better than when she saw him last, even.

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[neverwrongagent]

He found the perfect mix of pleasure and pain and she flooded his mouth as her way of letting him know. Not that she had any control over that. She was rapidly losing all control and rocking dangerously hard against him. She was going to feel this after, for a long time.

[posterboymarine]

He pressed his other hand to her belly to save him a broken nose. Then he pushed her harder still. She tasted so good, he didn't want to stop now. He was enjoying himself far too much.

[neverwrongagent]

She didn't understand his gesture, didn't know why he was restraining her. She was much too centered on her own pleasure. Her hips kept rocking against him, driving her against his mouth. Every touch felt amazing. She felt like she was floating. "Fuck. Please, baby. FUCK!"

[posterboymarine]

He wasn't about to stop to ask her what she was asking for, so he just nodded. That seemed the best approach. And it kept him right where he was, enjoying her in the simplest possible way.

[neverwrongagent]

By sticking with her, he gave her exactly what she'd been pleading for. She bucked into him, twitching and lurching toward him. It didn't take long for her to reach her plateau. She cried out sharply as she went rigid with pleasure.

[posterboymarine]

When she went rigid, he sucked hard, trying to draw her out completely. Then he started gently lapping at her as he eased his finger out, one at a time. She'd earned a nice, easy come down.

[neverwrongagent]

It was good he did that or she'd never have let him go. By the time his hand was gone, she had sagged on the bed with an arm over her eyes, panting raggedly. She was still twitching, but other than that, she looked like she was already asleep. "Bliss."

[posterboymarine]

He eased away from her and wiped his mouth, then he pulled himself up to lay next to her. He cuddled in next to her and closed his eyes. "Sleep."

[neverwrongagent]

She curled close, her eyes already shut, and nodded firmly. Before she could repeat the word, she was already asleep.

And she slept well, solidly. Peacefully. She stayed pressed against him with her hand on his chest. Every time she started to roll away, she ended up back against him, moaning softly.

[posterboymarine]

He slept too, albeit not as soundly or as deeply. Instead, he watched her, enjoying how peaceful she looked, how she kept coming back to him. Every time she did, he kissed her forehead, then dozed again.

[neverwrongagent]

She slept longer than she would have if he hadn't watched, safe in his arms. When she finally woke it was because her bladder insisted. She kissed him firmly, not caring it it woke him, then slid from the bed. She complained the whole way.

When she came back, she worked back under the covers, still grumbling.

[posterboymarine]

He waited to laugh at her until she was in the bathroom, but he was still groggily chuckling when she returned. The sun had not come up yet, so he made no effort to get up, instead pulling her back into his arms and making sleep noises at her.

[neverwrongagent]

She heard him laughing, but appreciated his efforts to spare her the worst of it. "I am not looking forward to more of that." She remembered her sister complaining about squished bladders. She was going to hate it. She curled close and whimpered softly. "If you laugh at me when I'm huge, I'll sit on you and squish you."

[posterboymarine]

"I will not laugh at you when you're huge." He started rubbing her back and kissed the top of her head. "Go back to sleep."

[neverwrongagent]

She snuggled close, wrapping her arms around him. "If you do. If not, I'm going to stay up and tickle you." It was a relatively idle threat as she was already yawning against him. Still, she'd try.

[posterboymarine]

"How will you know, if you are asleep?" He kissed the top of her head again, then closed his eyes.

[neverwrongagent]

She took on a fairly accurate Russian accent. "I have ways of knowing. Ways of finding out." She snorted softly, then let herself drift off to sleep. She'd need it since she the next day would be a full on performance and she was going to have to decide just how far to go with it.

Even with that, she slept well. Being against him always made that easier.

[posterboymarine]

He went back to sleep just after she did, not deep enough to dream but enough to rest. When the sun came up, he carefully got himself out of bed. He needed a run and he wanted to get a look around before the town woke up.

He quietly got dressed, fully expecting her to have woken up anyway.

[neverwrongagent]

She didn't wake until he was nearly ready to go. Seeing him dressed made her startle somewhat, but she tried not to show it. As it sunk in what he meant to do, she nodded slowly. It made sense to burn off some energy before they faced the day. "Bring me back coffee?" She gave him a small smile and looked hopeful.

[posterboymarine]

"Yes, ma'am." He gave her a wink and a wave, then felt the room.

They really were in the wild west and the large number of pick up trucks made that very clear. He spotted a used car dealership, where they could trade up to a vehicle that fit in better. And he found, of all things, a Starbucks.

He stopped at the Starbucks on his way back. He drank his as he walked back. He let himself back into the room and tossed his empty cup in the trash.

[neverwrongagent]

She heard him come in, but what really woke her was the smell of the coffee. Groaning, she sat up and reached greedily. Then she moaned with deep satisfaction at the familiar taste. "Oh dear God, it's actually civilization. I was so worried." She opened her eyes finally and looked him over. He looked calmer than she expected and she felt herself relax. "Good run?"

[posterboymarine]

He watched her with a grin. "Yeah. Found a dealership we can trade the car in. I hope you aren't hoping for a sedan. I didn't see many of those."

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned. She'd noticed the trend toward trucks on the way in. They would be a pain for her and for traveling with a baby. Still, people managed. Of course, then she thought about car seats and groaned again. "Alien world. Completely alien."

[posterboymarine]

He chuckled. "They had a few SUVs." He sat down next to her and gave her a quick kiss. Then he was up and off to the shower. "What time's the appointment?"

[neverwrongagent]

"Thank God." Now that she could see. She'd driven plenty of those. She'd even look cute doing it. Settling in with her coffee, she watched him go with a smile. "Ten. I figured we needed time for breakfast before really facing people."